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I hear a few distinct groans from my brothers—more than likely Kaede and Hollis—but my eyes are still locked on Hale. The way he shakes his head and gives me a smirk has my heart skipping in my damn chest.
"I love him, guys," I tell them, holding his gaze. "I don’t care if you don’t understand it or if you hate it or if it fucks up everything when it comes to Enclave. Call me stupid, call me selfish. I don’t fucking care about anything but keeping him safe." I look over to them al...
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"Being able to tell you I love you whenever I see you just because I can. Because you’re mine." "Only yours." "Always yours, Rome. Fucking always." "I’m holding you to that."
But the thing that has my chest aching to the point I feel like I might actually die? Thinking about walking inside my new apartment to start my new life without the most important piece of my old one.
"I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to live every moment of it with you by my side. And one day, Rome, we’ll get that. Today just isn’t that day."
Tristan Mitchell.
"When Cal asked me what name to give you, I wanted you to have a piece of your old life...and a piece of me."
“And when this is all over? I expect you to make good on your promise to me, Roman Mitchell." "What promise is that?"
"You gave me your last name,"
"You like it?" I nod. "It’s not mine, not really. It’s only a cover, for now," I add in efforts to make my stance on this perfectly clear.
"But I want nothing more than to share a name with you, Rome. Along with a house. A home. A bed. A fucking life. I want it all with you."
"Two point five kids and a dog and a picket fence?" he asks, and I can’t tell if he’s joking. Knowing Roman, he probably is. Even at a time like this. "If that’s what you re...
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"I love you, Rome. Only you."
"Always you."
"No one but my hand and thoughts of you, baby." "Exactly how it should be," I tell him,
can live with the inconsistency and the heartache and the missing piece of my soul. The piece that makes me feel more whole than I have in my entire life.
All of my body, my attention, my time, and my love. It belongs to him. Only him, always him.
A slow nod. "Yeah. My husband is really fucking sexy while he works. And right here is the perfect spot to watch."
Soft and slow and possessive. Owning his mouth the way he owns every beat of my heart.
